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Irene Red | 4 ❤︎ ([personal profile] redfortune) wrote in [community profile] peacockstop 2025-06-18 08:57 pm (UTC)

Alright.

[ She murmurs, her voice a murmur, a hum against her skin. There are fingers on her waist, her back, sliding the leotard lower, trying to work it toward her hips. Her mind works at a million miles an hour suddenly and she wants to be close, closer, to Cellinia, until there's no distance at all. She breathes again - gets her scent into her, dizzying and alluring - and then her head tilts and she drags her tongue slowly against the peak of a nipple in a first little taste. An exploration. One she repeats with the other breast and then again and then higher, trailing soft kisses up toward her collarbone and her throat.

She'll take her time with this because she can't imagine doing it any other way. She can't imagine having this opportunity and throwing it away with something clumsy or too fast. No; this is going to be slow, to build. A way for her to appreciate Cellinia. To worship.
]

You're beautiful.

[ The words are sighed out against the flutter of Cellinia's pulse point. A compliment combined with the scrape of teeth. ]

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